St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-04-17
HIS HEART WAS TRUE,

She was beautiful, attractive woman,
black-eyed and crimson checked, with a
splendid bust, and arms that she did not
mind showing. L was little pale crea-
ture, neither ugly nor pretty, but | did not
envy her. Let all the men on earth admire
her-oIe loved me- If / was fair in his
eyes cared nothing for her.
The other girls were Jealous at times.
Madge Burt and Barbara Brown declared
that there was no such thing as getting any
attention from any one where she was and
certainly she tried her best to fascinate.
Militant Bray was her name. and L under
stand that. young as she was, she was q
| divorced woman.
1t may have been that she was very much
ill-used by her husband, and had been the
injured party altogether presume it is
| often So-but pure women will bear great
deal rather than sever the holy tie that
binds them to a husbands side, and there is
always doubt about a divorce. Some of
the ladies at Mrs. Horizons shrugged their
shoulders and wondered what the old lady
had been thinking of to take Mrs. Bray in.
| The gentlemen, however, fought III her de-
Tense. Beautiful, musical, fond of hirta-
ton and apt at tattery, she won her way
into their liking. For my part, did not
respect her one whit. | did not see any
Unlike most women. always found my
! self able to see the charm that men see in
a personally attractive woman.
Bnt were q man | could not do as men
do-fiatter those fiirts at the expense of true
| hearted women who love them with all
! theirSoulS When good Mrs. Carman went
to her room with tears in her eyes. leaving
Mr.. Carman whispering soft nothings in
Mrs. Brays ear, and when little Etiie Fay
crimSoned and trembled with anger because
her lover forgot her while he turned the
beauty's music and looked down into her
eyes, | often thought to myself that those
were poor triumphs after all, and that those
men who gave them to her were but silly
creatures. She liked none Of them. She
Knocked them and had little nlcknames for
each. She was cold in heart as she was
warm in manner. Her impaSsiOned chances
were those of an actress and nothing more
She gave these glances to my Harry as
well as to others. but l had no fear of their
effect. Of course he knew that she was
handsome and that she sang we'll; so did l.
We had met at Mrs. Horizons l was an
orphan and taught music for my bread; he
was young clerk in a wholesale house
At our first meeting we had liked each
other, and he was the only lover had ever
had. When | gave him my betrOthal kiss
it was with lips that had never met those
of any man before, and | was glad to
think of it. We had been engaged three
mouths and were to be married in the
spring. We were wrapped up in each
other and [ believed concerned ourselves
very little about Mrs. Bray. did not 1t
pleased me better to think of better women.
There were Others whose minds were con-
tinually running on her, however. Jealous
Efe Fay could never quite forget her. Over
and over again she sat in her room, with
tears pouring down her cheeks, and talked
of her:
''She's wretch. she declared, "a bold,
forward, cruel creature. She knows Char
it in her eyes. and she works so hard to get
him to herself. Charlie doesn't know what
he is doing for himself. | will break with
him yet, and do love him so. No one Will
ever love him 50 much.' 5ra2
Then she would cry again and begin the
old story of Mrs. Bray'S conduct, of her
looks, her cOntrivances her beckS and
wreathed smiles. | felt sorry for the child
she was but 16-and sorry, too, for
Charley, who was acting as most foolish
boys do under those circumstances. But
one morning she began another strain.
Mrs. Bray is at work with your Harry
now" she said, land she'll twist him
round her finger soon. as she does my
Charlie. It's witchcraft those women have
an unholy power of some kind. You'll
see, Ethel; You'll suffer as do SOON"
And then she spoke of words and looks
and actions that had quite escaped me. but
which, spoken of. made me strangely I'M
comfortable. l had utter faith in Harry,
but | did not like to hear such things. At
first it was only that, but after awhile it
| was more.
AS the days went on / noticed one or two
things that were suspicious. l saw that she
contrived to meet my lover in the halls and
on the stairs, to sit near him at dinner time,
to go out upon the balcony when he did.
Charlie Beech was allowed to slip back
into his old place in Elites heart, and my
Harry was Mrs. Bray's object.
Etfie had been sharper than l, but Harry
was too strong in his love for Inc to Yield |
felt sure.
1t was about the time that Harry's bust
ness compelled him to choose a boarding
place further down town. He left Mrs.
Horizons and only called to see me in the
evenings. and we began to write to each
other. L have the little notes he wrote me
carefully hidden away even now.
They are very precious to me. AS |
again and | am a young and loving girl
once more.
never loved Harry more tenderly than
when I sat down to my desk one morning
to tell him of little festivity which had
been invited to attend. and to ask his es-
cort. | never shall forget that day. After
| had posted the letter | sat in my room
and sewed upon the pretty dress l in
tended to wear. thinking all the while that
it was Harry's favorite color and that he
would be sure to like it.
Fife, happy in her recovered lover, sat
with me and read aloud from little
book of verses Charlie had given her.
They were not fine verses, nor was she an
elegant reader, but there was love in
them and in her heart and that suffced.
| had finished the dress, and sat looking
down into the street, when | saw boy
hurrying along. It was the errand boy at
Harry's place. and Effie, who had seen him
, also. ran down stairs to bring my note to
, me- for we both knew that it was nv an
swer that shimmered III the little white ell
velope in his hand. She ran down gayly.
hulnmng tune. She returned with very
| serious face. A note was in her hand, with
my name upon it i'll Harry's writing. but
her expression frightened me so that [
caught my breath.
What is it, Et1ie?"
''Ethel," she said, very sadly, II must
tell you, though you'll hate me- The boy
who brought that note brought one for
Mrs. Bray"
. l was so relieved that l burst into fit
of laughter.
, ''Why should that trouble me?" I i'll
: quired.
Don't you see your Harry must have
: written both?" she said.